Author's note:

Once again, I bring news from Tumblr.

This is basically a cut-and-paste directly from the individual RP posts, with only a slight bit of revision where spelling mistakes have been missed.

I would like to give a big thank you to Tumblr user Anabelle-Robinson, who does all of the work characterizing Nefera and Ramses via the 'askneferadenile' and 'askramsesdenile' RP accounts. Go and follow them!

And while you're there, remember to follow 'ask-cleo-and-deuce'. You'll get early access to the rest of the RP that way!


The last day of school was an exciting day for really EVERY monster! The school day had passed really quick and every monster was happy to finally leave school and make all the stress disappear! But for Cleo, the stress was just about to start because it was already evening and there was one thing the princess didn't do yet: Show her father the report she has gotten. It was already clear that Ramses would be anything but pleased to see the many F's his daughter got in school…

Cleo looked at the report for what seemed like the millionth time, and the several bold letter "F"s down the one side. It was getting late, and Cleo had put off showing her father for too long already. She reasoned with herself that none of her failed classes were ones that really mattered, not to a princess at least, and took one final deep breath before nodding towards one of her servants, signaling for him to knock on the door to Ramses' private rooms.

Ramses looked up from the bills he was holding in his hand. "Who's there?" he asked in an annoyed voice. The fact that Ramses hated to get interrupted from his work didn't really make the situation better for Cleo. Maybe staying home and learning would have been a better idea than traveling to Scaris and going shopping with Ghoulia…

Their servant opened the door, and Cleo resisted the urge to duck her head in shame - a true de Nile would never do something like that. Clearing her throat to stop her voice from wavering, Cleo feigned confidence as she strode across the room and held out the report card to her father. "I have my end-of-year grades for you, Daddy."

Ramses seemed interested in what his daughter had for him. He took the report, expecting pure perfection–Just like the reports Nefera always used to give him. Grades worse than an A could not be forgiven. Ramses got a shock when he saw the Fs the report presented him. "CLEO!"

Cleo shrank back a bit from her father. "B-but daddy, it's hardly any of the subjects that matter." She quickly started on the speech she'd been preparing in her head since reading the report card, "When am I really going to need practical experience in cooking and sewing? I have As in Freaky Economics and Clawculus, not to mention Dead Languages - that one alone should count for 2 because Mr. Rotter does NOT give A's."

Even if it wasn't good for her, Ramses could not hold himself back from yelling at his youngest daughter. "What kind of excuse is that?!" Again, he generated the same arguments as always… "Cleo, you are a de Nile. And a de Nile does not have a grade less than perfect, let alone an F! Didn't you learn anything in your childhood?! Did your mother indulge you too much?!"

Silence.

Before Ramses stopped daunting his daughter, there was, of course, still this one little thing he had to mention. Just like always…
"Mr. Rotter does not give As?! How could your sister have As in all her classes then, hm?!"

Cleo looked back up from the spot on the floor she had been focusing her gaze on during her father's side of their argument to meet his eyes again. "I couldn't tell you. Maybe he was more lenient when Nefera was in school, all I know is that it's general knowledge amongst all of the students that Mr Rotter does not give As."

Cleo sighed. There was really no use in trying to argue with her father, especially not in circumstances like these where she knew that she could have done better. "I'm sorry, Daddy, you're right. I shouldn't have put less focus on certain subjects just because I didn't deem them as important. I'll try harder in those classes next semester…" her voice quietened "… I won't disappoint you again."

Ramses' voice became a bit softer… "Cleo, tell me, how could it come this far?" …but really only for one sentence. "Is it this boy who has been interrupting you from learning?! Do you think your relationship with that boy is more important than school?! Cleo, what should the others think of you, of us, of our family?!

I know you are an intelligent, young lady. You just can't afford to have someone by your side who holds you back as much as that snakey-haired boy uses to! He is destroying your whole future, don't you see?!
Your sister was an excellent student. And do you know why? Because she knows that people who are as low on the pyramid as your boyfriend, are an obstacle. An obstacle for you. An obstacle for us. Don't let this boy destroy your whole future, Cleo, let him go. He is not worth it."

Cleo's eyes widened at her father's statement. She had expected him to make some kind of comment about Deuce, but she had never thought it would be anything so blatant. "Daddy, my relationship with Deuce has absolutely nothing to do with the drop in my grades. It has the exact opposite of an effect on my grades! Why, if I even took half of Deuce's advice then I would have aced at least culinary arts!"

Cleo took a deep breath before continuing. No need to raise her voice at her father and make things worse. "Despite what you may think, Deuce isn't the high school drop out type you paint him to be, Daddy. His grades may not be perfect A+'s across the board, but he really does try…" she crossed her arms and looked away "… certainly harder than I did."

"You don't understand, Cleo! Your boyfriend is a slacker! He does not care about school, let alone tries to have good grades! I allowed you to go out with him, I thought it might make you happy! But how could I know that he bothers you that much?!" Ramses sighed. He remembered himself not to yell at his daughters so much, so his voice became quieter.

"You are not going to meet this boy anymore, Cleo. The only thing you will do the next three months is learn! More than you ever did! Now go to your room. It is already late and you won't stay up longer than 8 pm!" Cleo knew that her father was extremely serious about everything he said! He would probably even check if and how much she learned! Ugh, why did her father just have to be so strict?!

Cleo opened her mouth, about to say something back, but thought better of it, and followed their Anubis servants back to her own room. He wouldn't have listened anyway.

Cleo knew how angry her father could get so when she arrived at her room, she went to sleep. A long, stressful day was waiting for her…


Hope you enjoyed it so far, there's more to come... much, much more.